droid does...allow insomnia to persist

this is crazy to me. while the morning hours creep by, a chow/lab mix breathes against my side, pressing me into the wall as we fight for inches on this twin bed. his toes twitch- my leg aches. some 90s drama talks to itself on my computer. I don't know if I leave it on for the sound or because of the rush I get from hacking my boyfriend's netflix account.

now many would choose to follow the dog, but I? I am pleasantly awake, thumbs jolting around like they're directing an orchestra. but at 2:30 on a Sunday morning, I am doing nothing but blogging on my phone.

I hated my blog because I never had time for it. I hated having to leave my thoughts, and not be able to resume them until I was in front of my computer. now, since I have a handheld computer- with a phone app- I can log on anywhere.

see, I loved my blog because I love writing. I love having people read my writing. I love that people want to write because they read my writing!

maybe you can't tell... but I've been a little bit:
TEXTUALLY.FRUSTRATED

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Metah, Wetah, Itah, Youtah !

SO its been a hot minute since I said hello to express my frustrations. Well, actually I'm not too frustrated out here in Utah. Of course there's a lot of things that aren't NY or VT aka I'm dying without Dunkin' Donuts iced coffees and breakfast sandwiches, but overall its been a trip.

I think there's a lot that's different, and if someone tells you otherwise, they're lying.

One of the obvious differences, is the mentality of Eastern vs. Western raised skiers. I'm not saying I'm better by ANY means. A prime example of this is that I double ejected in the middle of a run the other week and I have no idea why...

I think the East breeds them a little tougher. It's not that my Western loves are wussies, its just that I don't mind skiing in the fog. I don't mind skiing in the snow. I don't care how cold it is or if it's icy. I'll be there. I feel like there's so many times here where it will be cloudy and people say nahhh to skiing. It's pretty devastating to not be able to find people to go with on account of cloud coverage.

Everyone admits to being spoiled but I don't think you can understand exactly how lucky you are to live here if you haven't skied in some bad weather. The West has it pretty good.

That being said, I think growing up on the East made me a better skier. Maybe I die in powder but I can grip on hidden ice, cruise most areas, and generally, have learned to adapt to any situation. I am not pro, but I feel confident skiing. I have not had formal training but it just feels good.

My boots are old and stomped out, they wiggle and jiggle as I race around the hill. Skis chatter beneath me, varying in speed as sweet spots of wax hit the snow. It's not perfect but it's the best feeling in the world. This is my thing. I'm not good at everything, but this? This, I can do.

I like being able to have the chance to ski here where there's less elements to get in my way. Less time worrying about ice means more time going fast! Which is one of my favorite things in the world. Brinking of the edge of in and out of control is amazing. It's like walking on the edge of a cliff.

I dunno. I'm beat. Out for now!